Page 132 of Fierce Pursuit

She was warm, slick, her body betraying her even as her mind fought against me.

"I could be so good to you, or I can be cruel. I would rather have you wet and willing, but I will have you either way. Do you understand?"

She nodded, her eyes locked on the mirror, her breath coming in uneven pants.

"Look at yourself," I murmured, my grip tightening on her hip, grinding into her deeper. "Look at how stunning you are as you take my cock. This is meant to be a punishment, but I think you like it."

She said nothing, only lifted her chin, trying to look defiant. It would have been more convincing if her body wasn’t responding so beautifully to me.

Her nipples stood hard and flushed, her lips parted, her muscles clenching with each slow roll of my hips.

I smirked. "I bet if I touch your pretty cunt, you’ll be wet for me again. Am I right? Answer me,moy zaichonok."

"Any dampness you feel is just your own cum still dripping from me."

Venom laced her words, but the second I brushed my fingers over her swollen clit, she gasped, the sharp sound cutting off her protest.

I chuckled. "Lying doesn't suit you."

She tried to turn her head away, but I grabbed her jaw, forcing her to keep watching herself in the mirror.

"You need to learn to behave, to be a good wife, and I will make it so good for you," I growled against her ear as I circled her clit again, rubbing in slow, torturous strokes.

This was meant to be a punishment. I should haveworked her up only to leave her aching, desperate, helpless.

But that felt wrong.

I didn’t want her to associate my bed, my hands, my dominance with suffering. I wanted her to crave it. To beg for it. To know that no matter how hard she fought, no matter how much she denied herself, her pleasure belonged to me.

Her body was mine to ruin.

Mine to worship.

Mine to control.

And I would make her come. Over and over again.

My fingers worked her clit, slow and deliberate, coaxing more of those sweet, helpless noises from her throat. The mask of indifference melted away, her expression unraveling, her body betraying her completely.

There she was.

My goddess, lost in ecstasy.

It was only a matter of time before she admitted the truth.

My future wife.

The woman who would ride me in train cars, fuck me in the shower, take my cock in her ass in a bathtub. The woman who would be stretched out beneath me, heels digging into my back as she came apart, first on my tongue, then on my cock.

I pressed my lips to her ear. "Tell me you like this. Tell me how my greedy girl has turned a punishment into a reward. I think you like this even more than being spanked."

"No," she gasped. "I don't—I—no."

Liar.

I slammed into her, gripping her hips tighter, fucking the insolence right out of her.

"Admit it," I demanded, my voice dark and unforgiving. "Tell me you love the way it feels to be owned. That you crave to submit to me. Say it, and I’ll let you come. Deny me, and I’ll deny you."

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